One Late Afternoon

As soon as I heard his car pull up in the driveway a whole new feeling of excitement rose up inside me. From my toes to my head, I was filled with anticipation and exhilaration. All afternoon my juices flowed so freely from that dark magic place under my work clothes I was afraid to stand up at times, for fear it would run down my leg to my ankles. Today would be the day he and I had talked about for months and months. I had a surprise waiting for him, one that I had already unwrapped and primped and fussed over. She was about my height, similar in coloring and demeanor and it was her first time too. We had lunch together at work, and the topic of our lunchtime conversation drifted from comparing bedroom notes about men to our secret desire for women. Not much was said with words, but more with our eyes and our facial expression and body language. We agreed to leave work early and have drinks at my house and wait for my boyfriend to come home and find us together.

As he turned the key in the lock of the front door, I looked at her as she made her way to my side. He came through the door as I gently grabbed her hand and moved in his direction. A shocking look of delight came over his face as I shut the door behind him, grabbed his hand too and escorted the three of us to the bedroom. While she watched, I undressed him. He was the only one dressed and I had to work quickly to prepare him for what was next. As I undid his jeans, I kissed him sensually and whispered in his ear 'Surprise!'. He was already rock hard, his cock virtually popping out of his clothes pointing straight to the sky. The look on his face was enough to make me cum right there and then, but I kept myself in check, in effect teasing myself closer and closer to sensory overload. After he was fully naked, we tied his arms to the bedframe with the restraints he and I used so often. Captive on the bed, he watched as she and I experienced kissing a woman for the very first time. It was delectable, sensual and erotic, and I could tell by his breathing that I had made my lover so excited he could hardly contain himself.

We kissed again, and she grabbed my breast with her soft hand, rolling my nipple between her fingers while I glanced over at him sitting on the bed. I knew he wanted to touch. I could see his wrists gently straining against the ties, his cock erect and swollen and dripping with pre cum. She smiled as I licked my lips and turned my gaze back to her, reaching down to touch her waiting wet pussy. She gasped. She kissed me deeply, slowly and softly, her hand falling from my breast down to my waiting shaved pussy. 'I've been wanting to touch this for hours' she said to me, 'I wondered what a shaved woman would feel like on my fingers.' I looked into her eyes and replied 'Now you know'. She smiled and kissed me again.

I knew I would enjoy kissing a woman. I'm a big fan of kissing. Not the quick peck or cheezy smooch, but the deep sensual ones, the erotic ones. The kind that make you feel like a real man or a real woman. The kind that makes you feel wild with desire and fired up from within and dirty at the same time.

While he watched, I dropped to my knees, moved one of her legs over my shoulder and tasted her forbidden fruit for the first time. Like our first kiss, the taste of her was sweet, slippery and utterly sexual. She moaned loudly, almost crying out. And as I gently suckled her engorged clit, she came, her quiet gasp changing to a delicious type of sigh that sounded almost like a whimper. Her hands still woven through my hair, I stood up and kissed her with a sample of her own cum on my lips and we giggled. I could tell that we were feeling the same level of enjoyment. No words needed.

Both of us hand in hand we moved to a nearby chair where she sat me down, slowly parted my thighs and tasted my drenched lips for the first time. I locked eyes with my boyfriend on the bed and gasped as she began working her tongue around my pussy, finding her way and leading me away from my female virginity. I could tell what was happening to me drove him mad with lust. Just as I did with her, it didn't take long for her to make me cum. I didn't need to say anything. The look on my face told my voyeur lover that I was close to climax. As I bit my lip, he begged me, uttering 'Come for me Babes' and I did. Eyes rolled back into my head as I cried out with inhibitions lost and erotic desire for more.

He nearly came. I knew he wanted to. And I knew how he wanted to. I turned to her and motioned for her to lie on her back across the foot of the bed, her head toward the mirror on the other side of the room. I untied my lover and said to him, 'I want you behind me'.

She let her head hang off the side of the bed so she could see our reflections in the mirror. He, behind me, me down on her. It was almost too erotic and exciting to bear. He watched me for a few minutes suck and lick my friend's groomed pussy, watched her facial expressions and played with my clit with his fingers. My face buried between her legs, I groaned and moaned, signaling that his touching was getting me close. The sounds I was making, coupled with the soft sucking of her clit and flicking of my tongue on her lips made her come again, this time more violently and she grabbed my head and held it firmly against her convulsing pussy. I sucked the juices as she came and felt my lover's hot cock enter my ass tightly and deeply. His breathing now in loud gasps and his movements like fits of rage and passion pounding against me, rallying my senses to the highest point and sent me over the edge, screaming and cumming in hot waves, first as I heard the pitch of his gasps grow deeper and gutteral, then again as I felt the initial release of his load inside me. He pulled out and I felt the warmth of his cum on my ass. I quickly spun around and sucked his cock into my waiting mouth, tongue working the shaft, licking all of our slippery goodness, relishing every bit of it. He gasped loudly, his eyes wild and piercing and sexual.

Seeing an opportunity, she sat up and began to lick the cum off my backside, startling me. I turned around and she kissed me, transferring my lover's cum from her tongue to mine. I heard my boyfriend say 'Fucking hell!' and I began to smile and laugh. She did too. It was a near-perfect afternoon.

Next time we'll use the video camera.